"shhhhhhhhhh" poems
Could it have been her name...
...so much peace it would drive a man insane
Right in the midst of it all I found her like diamonds in the dirt...
...like she was my first, the lady who let me sleep on her breast
She was cruel enough to be a killer yet my lover...
...so cold she could freeze my heart but kept me warmer
If red is the color of love then stab me straight to the heart...
...let that blood spill all over & tell them all that I drowned in-love
Some will die & some will grow wrinkled & grey...
...some will never even remember the very day
Where Love hit them in SILENCE and left them silent...
...I swear to God that, that is the only pain my soul will bare
The only memory my mind will have...
...if I were to die before this love despairs
Shhhhhhhhhh...!!! SILENCE is what I need to remember her verse
The words she uttered with fear hence she meant
Shhhhhhhhhh...!!! SILENCE is what I need when I take my last breath
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
loud now but fading
in-&-out,
one big long shhhhhhhhhh
taps of water on leaves (the spirea bush)
as they bend more & more.
big cat in a dark porchcorner
yawning. tired but up she gets
for a quick pat.
porchsitting/my cold bare feet in the night.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 8:49 PM UTC
4,000 More Light Casualties
A group of journalists arrived from Moscow and were told that the Afghan National Army…had taken the ridge. (They) were posing for victory photographs while our soldiers lay in the morgue.
-Svetlana Alexeivich, Zinky Boys: Soviet Voices from the Afghanistan War
A touchy old man who never went to war
Now poses with his decorative generals
In their tailored Ken-and-Barbie battle dress
All prepped for combat in the officers’ clubs
New president, same as old presidents
And generals, awarding each other medals
And promotions for their golden resumes’
For sending not-their-children off to die
While they prosper on defense industry bids,
Afghanistan is the graveyard of our kids
(Shhhhhhhhhh…Don’t disturb Congress; they’re all asleep.)
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
A fire came and set beside me and I kept it warm as it read a book of shadows to a tree
The wind suggested it could take me anywhere but it blew on by before I could catch a ride and Im stuck here with a dollar and a song with playback on a vinyl 78
The dogma looked at me and smiled and threw me the SUN.. I missed it and it went on bye..and the fire beside me got up and went south..I laughed and cried and my soul inside died for a moment..I took mouth to mouth from a succubus she giggled as she flew on bye..everything flew on bye
Inside everyone hates..we all drown in the marsh of ugliness and we strive to hide in our pockets that thing for no one to see
SHHHHHHHHHH in the corner and stacked upon high my spirit lifted up and it flew on bye..the wayside beside the back of my soul..somewhere the fire keeps me warm
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 1:51 AM UTC
A group of journalists arrived from Moscow and were told that the Afghan National Army…had taken the ridge. (They) were posing for victory photographs while our soldiers lay in the morgue.
-Svetlana Alexeivich, Zinky Boys: Soviet Voices from the Afghanistan War
A touchy old man who never went to war
Now poses with his decorative generals
In their tailored Ken-and-Barbie battle dress
All prepped for combat in the officers’ club
New president, same as old presidents
And generals, awarding each other medals
And promotions for their golden resumes’
For sending not-their-children off to die
While they prosper on defense industry bids,
Afghanistan is the graveyard of our kids
*Shhhhhhhhhh…Don’t disturb Congress;
they’re fast asleep.*
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC
no one touches
the downstairs
down there
down hairs.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
Hard walled and
White
ON GUARD against
errant beams of light,
my cubicle is
half my home
but at night.
Memo to Self,
in Memorandum
a small death everyday
to be slave in return for pay
work, ALL work
and no play.
and all the dull boys
Jacks on their hills
work and work to pay the bills
to buy all the right toys
hope to play with the big boys.
and I sit quiet
in a box
I make no noise.
'shhhhhhhhhh'
my machines
hum and whisper
they say 'don't worry sister...
you won't go far'.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Not now. Or later.
Too much to do.
Not now. Ok, maybe later.
No time for you.
The screen is calling
So I must say adieu.
So shhhhhhhhhh
Not now.
Goodbye to you.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC